Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Mercedes walks beside me, and I hold her hand, turning her wedding ring around and around, trying to understand what we did to deserve this as our punishment. This horror on our wedding day.
But I can live with that. I think she can too.
At the end of the hall, we turn into the private room where machines beep all around my brother, breathing for him, pumping his heart, monitoring every minuscule shift in him as he lies helpless on the bed, eyes closed, a tube taped to his mouth to give him breath.
I can live with the horror of that wedding day.
But what I can’t live with is my brother dying before I can tell him I forgive him and that I’m sorry I haven’t been the brother he needed for so long.
24
JUDGE
I am released later that night but only leave well after midnight, when I’m dead on my feet and can’t keep my eyes open. Still, Mercedes has to drag me out of my brother’s room.
When we get home, we find Lois waiting in the kitchen, and she hugs us both. It’s a little awkward for me, but Mercedes seems to give herself over to it. I realize how she has come to trust Lois. How their bond has grown.
She makes us eat a plate of food before she’ll let us go up to bed, which is probably a good thing, especially for Mercedes.
“How are you, really?” I ask Mercedes when we’re alone.
She reaches out to touch the side of my head where the hair is shaved, brushing a gentle finger across the stitches.
“I’m okay. We’re okay,” she says. She drinks the cup of orange juice, and a few moments later, she smiles a sad smile. She takes my hand and sets it on her stomach.
“Sugar rush,” I say as I feel the kicking of two sets of feet or hands. I don’t know which. “Does it hurt you?”
“No. I love it, actually.”
“It was supposed to be a beautiful night for you.”
“It’s okay, Judge. I don’t care about that.”
“I know you don’t, but for so long, you’ve had so much sadness, and I wanted it for you.”
She shrugs a shoulder. “I’ll survive.” She looks down. I know why. She’s thinking about Theron. Because he may not survive. The best doctors worked on him, but, as Santiago said, two close-range shots did a lot of damage. Too much, maybe.
“He’s strong.” I touch her cheek with one finger and lift her face up to mine. “And stubborn as hell.”
She laughs at that. “Why do you think he did it? I mean, he must have known he could get hurt… or worse.”
I consider this. I have been thinking about it for hours. Why did he do it? Sacrifice himself for a brother to whom he came asking forgiveness and received none. A brother he tried to mend his relationship with, but I wouldn’t give him the chance. A brother who did not even invite him to his wedding.
“He’s been wanting to apologize to you. He came to see me, but I wouldn’t let him go near you.”
She nods. “He’s made an impression on Solana.”
“Well, when he wakes, we’ll tell him that because, weirdly, after she stomped on his foot and probably caused some damage with that heel of hers, he hasn’t stopped asking about her.”
We both chuckle.
“Masochist,” she says.
“Let’s go up to our room.” I stand.
That makes her pause, then nod. She slips off her stool and slides her arm into mine. We walk side by side up the stairs and to my bedroom. When we turn on the lights, we are both surprised to see it’s been decorated with hundreds of roses and candles, although they’re unlit, and crimson petals on the bed.
“This must be Georgie. Probably with Lois’s help,” Mercedes says.
“Let’s just go to sleep. I’ll ask Lois to remove everything tomorrow.”
“No, don’t. We’ll take them to Theron. It’ll be nice for him to wake up to a cheery room.”
“That’s a good idea.” Neither of us mentions that he may not wake up at all.
We undress each other, and I brush the petals off the bed before we slide in side by side, husband and wife, and sleep. Mercedes curls into me, pressing her belly against my side. It’s not how I expected to spend my first night with my wife in my bed, but this is our reality.
We’re alive. Unhurt, mostly. Theron wasn’t so lucky. So I close my eyes with a thank you on my lips as I tug her close and ask the gods who have been so cruel until now to grant me one wish. To let my brother wake up and walk out of that hospital himself. And when he does, I promise to take him back. To forgive and finally forget all that’s come to pass. To thank him. To try to understand him.